He found himself frozen, literally, in place. Some sort of invisible wall blocking his way. Andries was trying to pull him along, but even he couldn't get past whatever barrier had been put up. Helplessly, he could only watch as the world shifted before him, the buildings folding like paper, the colours washing off them like paint in the rain. Collapsing and shifting into what looked like a painted picture version of reality. To Deamion, he felt like he had stepped into the gallery at the old war museum. Except he was lost within a maze like parody of the room, one that stretched on infinitely from side to side, "This feels like inception." Andries breathed softly next to him. Pressed up against the barrier. A sick display case within the museum. He had to still be asleep, this couldn't possibly be real. He was a sleep, hungover. Probably draped over a snoring CEO who was going to take off the moment he woke up. This couldn't be possible, watching snake like ribbons hiss and wrap around the rather petite girl, making her scream. He felt something catch in his throat, like a scream that didn't make it out in time. His chest tightened as he saw the razor boy fall as well, entrapped in ribbons when he tried to rush her. Instinctively, he grasped Andries' hand, holing him back in case he wanted to do the same. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Andries didn't get hurt as well. Even if this was a dream..he wasn't gonna let his friend get hurt. "Don't you dare!" He growled, holding his ground as the woman turned to him. Her sharp gaze saw right through him as if he were glass. It was terrifying actually. He froze, suddenly feeling unsure as she looked at him. Starting to question what he was doing. If this was a dream then, he shouldn't be so afraid right? She couldn't really hurt him, but as the butterfly fluttered towards him, he couldn't help but feel his heart pound in his chest. He trembled, looked up at her almost questioningly before he felt the chords wrap around him. His feet bound tightly together and making him trip. He swore he heard Andries cry out as he hit the ground and damn all his fear if that Bitch hurt him. He struggled against the ropes, his vision blurring and a cloying numbness overtaking his senses. "Deamion, don't you fucking pass out on me!" Andries kneeled down and shook him, the slap on his cheek leaving nothing but a quickly fading sting. He glanced up apologetically at his friend before the darkness took over. "Bitch! What the hell did you do to him?! What the hell do you fucking want from us?!" ---- The first thing he registered was the rough coldness of concrete, rough and wet. The water rubbing down his cheek, soaking into his clothes and making it stick to his skin like a second layer. Startled, he leapt up. Stumbling across the rough terrain, he tried to get his bearings. Hugging himself tightly as the rain poured down on him, making his hair hang down in clumps. The rain tinted wind making him shiver as it blew against him. This didn't feel like a dream. Where the hell was he? He couldn't see very much through the darkness and the blinding rain, but his ears pricked hearing a voice in the distance. He turned, running towards it. Be it enemy or friend, it would be better than aimlessly wandering around in the rain, he wanted to get dry.